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had her heart full for two sorrowing girls.

"Why! it's a little over a mile from
here, I guess, down the Man Killer trail,
the third flat slab you come to. I'd
go with you myself--though it's rough
traveling, the steepest trail on the mountain
-only my man is laid up with the
rheumatiz, hangin' on to him like a puppy-dog
to a root."

"Oh! we can find it for ourselves--hurrah!"
shouted Una, almost sqtiinting
with anticipation. "I've never stood upon
a real mountain wishing-stone before.
Who--who knows what may come of it?"

In her young blood, as in Andrew's,
was the extravagant excitement of the
whole experiment,--this first step in the
ladder of demonstration which was by
and by to reach the moon--lending to
all an unearthly touch.

"The--the Man Killer trail! Why!
that's one place where we haven't
searched--yet!" A moping Pemrose
suddenly awoke.


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